For weeks, my 8-year-old son, Jake, had a front-row view of our neighbor Lisa’s underwear, hanging right outside his bedroom window. The constant sight of lacy thongs and brightly colored undies had become the topic of innocent but awkward questions, like when Jake asked if her thongs were slingshots. That was the last straw.
We had moved to suburbia for some peace, but Lisa, our new neighbor, seemed determined to make her laundry the center of attention. Every day, her brightly colored panties flapped in the wind right in front of Jake’s window. As a mom, I was getting tired of the never-ending questions and shielding Jake from her laundry.
One afternoon, after Jake asked if Lisa was secretly a superhero because her underwear was so small, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I spent hours sewing the largest pair of flamingo-patterned granny panties I could make. Once Lisa left for errands, I hung them outside her window.
When she returned, her jaw dropped. After a heated but short exchange, Lisa agreed to move her laundry away from Jake’s window. Problem solved—with a little creativity and humor. And now, I have an extra set of flamingo-patterned curtains to remind me of my petty victory!